WEAVERS COTTAGE: KAYAKOY, NR FETHIYE, TURKEY

WEAVERS COTTAGE: KAYAKOY, NR FETHIYE, TURKEY


EMAIL: lesleyjoanwood@gmail.com

Beautifully restored detached cottage/villa, private pool and gardens, 2 bed/2 bathrooms/ Sleeps 5





Near the sea, rural, pool, daily maid service, garden, terrace

Captivating and enchanting Weavers Cottage, a beautifully restored authentic 300 year old Turkish Cottage/Villa, winner of the Sympathetic Restoration of Turkish Heritage. Set on a small hillock, this charming, whitewashed cottage/villa is set in a delightful private walled garden. On passing through the courtyard door you will enter the terraced garden, with a delightful plunge pool and amazing views. The large shaded terrace leads into a small entrance hall and then into a spacious handcrafted open plan kitchen. The kitchen is fully fitted and will suit the most accomplished of chefs. The beautiful high ceiling split level sitting room has a galleried mezzanine, occupied by a double bed. With 2 double bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and full air conditioning, Weavers Cottage offers all a family could wish for, but is also the most ideal romantic hide-away for couples seeking relaxation and an escape from the hustle and bustle.



Steps to Entrance



Pool and view



Weavers Cottage, steps to pool



Sitting Room and Mezzanine



Kitchen


Bedrooms 1 and 2






Shady Garden


Entrance


Weavers Cottage


Pool and View



Nearest Airport : Dalaman at 60 Kilometres
Nearest Beach : beach at 5 Kilometres
The Kaya Valley is situated 10 km from the port of Fethiye, and only 10 km from the fantastic Olu Deniz beach with its famous Blue Lagoon. Scenically stunning and historically fascinating, the Kaya Valley is one of the most beautiful sights in the whole of southwest Turkey. Surrounded by craggy peaks and mountains covered in pine forests, this lush farming plateau is crowned by the haunting beauty of the deserted Greek village of Kayakoy. Nearby Gemiler beach boasts stunning sunsets and fantastic views of St Nicholas Island. Fethiye is a wonderful port, offering many boat and sailing trips. The market and shops are not to be missed. The Village offers a wide selection of restaurants and lokantas (tavernas) where you can sample delicious village fare, or for the more sophisticated palates, visit the wine houses or the fish restaurants in Fethiye. The village is self-sufficient with a few simple grocery shops. Fresh produce can be bought from the roadside stalls of the local farmers.

General:
 Full air-conditioning
 All linen provided
 daily maid service
 towels and beach towels provided
 safe
 sunbeds
 wireless internet access
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Kitchen:
 cooking utensils
 toaster
 iron & board
 dish washer
 fridge
 freezer
 gas hob
 electric oven/grill
 microwave
 washing machine
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Living Room:
 fireplace with wood burning stove
 comfy seating for 6 people
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Dining:
 dining area
 seating for 4 people
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Bathrooms:
 2 Bathrooms
 Bathroom 1 - Toilet, Shower Enclosure
Bathroom 2 - Toilet, Shower Enclosure
 Bathroom 1 is an ensuite wet room, with shower; toilet and wash hand basin. Bathroom 2 is fully tiled; with enclosed shower; toilet and wash hand basin.
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Bedrooms:
 2 Bedrooms, Can sleep 5, but ideally suits 1 or 2 couples
 Bedroom 1 - 1 Large Double Bed
Bedroom 2 - 1 Double Bed
 Weavers cottage offers 2 double air conditioned bedrooms, simply, but comfortably furnished with wardrobes, mirrors, drawer space, a safety deposit box and hairdryer. Mosquito guards are on all windows. There is also a double bed on the mezzanine in the split-level sitting room, not suitable for children under 7 years old

Entertainment:
 DVD
 books
 TV
 CD/audio tape player
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Outside:
 garden
 terrace
 barbecue
 4 garden chairs
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Swimming Pool:
 private pool
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Suitability:
 pets not allowed
 children welcome
 wheelchair inaccessible
 not suitable for elderly or infirm
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Local Activities:
 diving
 horse riding
 swimming
 walking
 sailing
 cycling
 fishing
 water skiing
 paragliding
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Onsite Equipment:
 beach towels
 thermos flask
 cool bag
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Notes: Weavers Cottage is a very comfortable home, initially restored by English owners for their own residence. With air conditioning in all rooms, it is comfortable throughout the summer. The plunge pool is 10ft x 10ft, ideal for a cooling dip, after relaxing on the sun beds and enjoying the panoramic views across the village. For guests preferring to holiday when the evenings are cooler, there is wood burning stove in the sitting room, and the air conditioning can be adjusted to expel warm air. The large covered terrace offers dining for 6 people, with a sofa, coffee tables and chairs and bbq. There is wireless internet access in the house. The washing machine is located in a closet in the garden, and may be used on request. The house is lightly cleaned daily, and the garden and pool maintained. Linen and towels are provided and changed twice weekly.

Recommendations: Guests return to Weavers Cottage year after year. Once you have been to Weavers, you will be enchanted forever. Our visitors' book describes the house and Kaya as 'Paradise.'
Car Hire: Car hire is not essential. The local bus 'Dolmus' stops 200 metres away every 30 minutes in the summer. The local buses are cheap and convenient and stop on request.
Airport Transfers: We can arrange taxi transfers for guests to and from Dalaman Airport. The cost for 2011 was £90 return for up to four people

Reviews for this holiday villa rental in Fethiye, Turkey

Rating: 5 out of 5
Paradise
Delighted Visitor Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire
Review Submitted: August 28, 2008 Date of Stay: June 2008
We have recently returned from Weavers after our fourth visit to this beautiful cottage in its beautiful location..

Weavers offers peace and tranquility, in contrast if you prefer a more lively holiday you can take a short drive out of the valley. It is an excellent base for a walking, sightseeing or more sedate holiday just relaxing by the pool and on the terrace

There are very good local restaurants nearby which are within walking distance or if you want to take the bus (dolmus) you can travel out of the valley to Hisaronu, Fethiye and the beautiful Olu Deniz

Staying at Weavers you can have all the home comforts but also experience the traditional Turkish way of life, we call it our bit of paradise and we can truly recommend it.

We will certainly be returning to Weavers next year.
Recommended for: Age 55+, Adventure Seekers, Sightseeing, Romantic Getaway
Rating: 5 out of 5
Perfect Getaway
Elspeth and Stuart Hampshire
Review Submitted: June 17, 2008 Date of Stay: June 2008
I have just stayed at the Weavers cottage for the second time and for the second time I was not disappointed. The setting is just perfect - so quiet except for the wildlife! I could have spent everyday on the veranda with a book looking at the view.

Kaya is a charming village away from the hustle of the bigger 'very British' resorts - the people are very welcoming and will go out of their way to help you.

The house is comfortable and clean and the plunge pool enjoyed especially by our children.

Can't wait to return!
Recommended for: Age 55+, Girls Getaway, Families with Young Children, Romantic Getaway

Life

We all start off from nothing, one moment there are two people and the next there are three, as if by magic. When we die the consciousness leaves the body, just a collection of cells that eventually crumbles away into nothing. The nitrogen is released from the body, the plants take up the nitrogen, and the whole cycle of life starts again. What is the consciousness? Where does it come from? Does it suddenly arise from nothing as a function of synapses that start to fire?

We are nothing. We are just a collection of cells, different parts that all function together according to the fundmental law of nature: procreation, survival. Selfish really. Why then do we miss people so much when they are gone? What is it that makes us human, that makes one person different from the next? Somehow throughout the course of a life that silly collection of cells, those firing synapses, form an individual with its own personality, that makes its own choices. It is beautiful. It has the potential to do so much good in the world, to make such a difference to the people around us that know us and love us. Most of us are lucky enough to be born of love, to start of as the very best hopes and wishes of our parents. Throughout our life that selfish collection of cells somehow learns to give, to love, to do good and eventually perhaps to create life of itself. If you give life, and part of you forms a child, then so if that child comes to give life then in a way a part of you is passed on and still lives. If I look back then I am my parents, my grandparents and their grandparents - some infinitesimal part of them lives in me. Weird.

So as we come from nothing we go to nothing. We cannot expect that there is anything after to come. There might be, but we can never know. Just remember though that the baby in the womb knows only that as his world, and the rest of us look on waiting for him to be "truly born" and to realise what comes next. How do we know that there are not others, now passed on, that do not look on us in "life" in the same way? We can only try to be the best person that we can be during our lives, because that is the only certainty, this conscious life that we live. Or is it? Someone, I think it was Descartes, once postulated "I think, therefore I am." I think he should have said was "I think, therefore I think I am."

Sausage

Had a chicken sausage today for the first time. Note to self: chicken's really don't make very good sausages. Next time stick to ones the butcher has made.

MRI Scan

Just had one of those MRI scan things to make sure my brain is still there. Whilst changing into my hospital gown I was given a choice of music to listen to, which they play over headphones to disguise the noise of the machinery. I then spent a torturous half hour wedged inside a narrow tube with all sorts of weird, horrible sounds going on around me. My fault for choosing Westlife's Allow Us To Be Frank album I suppose (I can only assume that the "Frank" part is rhyming slang). Not really - I went for Classic 80's Rock and it was certainly very surreal being wedged down a rabbit hole with some nurses staring up my gown while The Final Countdown blared into my ears.

It did give me some time to come up with my top five most inappropriate songs to play in an MRI scanner though:
1. I Don't Want to Die In a Hospital - Conor Oberst
2. Die Young - Black Sabbath
3. Nice to be Dead - Iggy Pop
4. Brain Damage - Pink Floyd
5. Anything by Radiohead or Brain Ferry

Anyway, it seemed to go ok. Well, I don't have the results yet, but what I mean is the machine didn't explode or anything. They even gave me a CD at the end with my scan results on - I did consider loading it onto my blog but it somehow seemed inappropriate. I was disappointed not to get a T-shirt with the CD though - "I rode the Harpenden MRI scanner and survived" or something similar.

Day 3 - Final Result!

The Grand Decking Project - Lunch on Day 3

Handrail - done! Pointing - done! Handrail for steps - nearly done!

The Grand Decking Project - Close of Day 2

Great success! Got the steps done and the decking, just the handrail and gate to go now. An afternoon spent with another power tool - the pressure washer. Whilst not as powerful as the angle grinder, no less satisfying - especially when you can use it to accidentally soak your father. Oops. God got revenge on Dad's behalf though by sending down a particularly heavy shower of rain just as I had mixed my cement mortar, meaning I had to spend the next half an hour painfully stirring it so it didn't set.

The Grand Decking Project - Lunch on Day 2

So, here we are at lunch on Day 2. Day 1 was a grand success, getting all the basic structure up. We have been using the stone cutter to cut tiles for the steps, and laying the first few bits of decking. The stone cutter was a most excellent power tool and made me feel very macho, especially as I am now sporting a beard, albeit one with a fair few tints of ginger and (a recent development!) grey. In fact, I swear I discovered my first grey hair the same day we found out Em was pregnant. I know I am getting old now since my blog features my DIY exploits and I waffle about my grey hairs. Still, I have chosen Absolute Radio over Radio 2 for our builders' radio station of choice, so not too middle aged yet...

Actually - I say DIY, it should really be DISE as Dad it doing all the hard work in my opinion. Still, DIY and barbecues really seems to be the well-protected domain of all Dads. Perhaps, when Em has the baby in December, Dad and I will have to have a "DIY-off" to see which Dad has the true mastery of skills. I know who would win at the moment so I'd best get practising (cut to six months time, me with saw in hand: "your powers are weak old man, now I am the master". Dad: "Mike, I have something to tell you ... I am your father." Me: "Noooooo!!!")

Anyway, I managed to convince Dad to finally take a photo of me instead so it gives the impression that I am actually doing some of the work too (namely the bits that have gone wrong!)

The Grand Decking Project - Tea on Day 1

Well, coffee to be more precise. The rain started and stopped right on and after lunch, perfect timing. More progress has been made since and relations between the two builders are still as steadfast as the structure itself!

At the moment the vertical posts are sticking up quite far as we haven't yet cut them down to size. The neighbours are going to have a fit when they see it that high - at present it sticks up about 2 metres above their fence. It looks like we are actually extending the kitchen - I did consider moving the dishwasher and cooker out there and throwing a tarpaulin over the posts as a makeshift extension. May get a little cold in the winter though. The other option is to put a maching gun and barbed wire up there and build a little watchtower with searchlights. All will be revealed...

The Grand Decking Project - Day 1

Lunch on Day 1 - Rain Stopped Play

(or "work" says Dad)

So, here we are - the day has finally arrived for the grand decking project to begin. I thought I'd put up a few photies so you can check our progress (or lack of). No doubt the photos will evolve over the next couple of days to show two increasingly angry and frustrated men, threatening each other with ever more deadly tools. Perhaps the final photo will be a chalk outline of a body?

But I jest. Dad has come down to help - I say help, but actually most of the morning has been me taking pictures while he does all of the work! Ha! Anyway, best get back to it as the rain has stopped!

Tales from Peru

Well, here we are in Bolivia having spent a week or so in Peru. The highlight of course has to be Machu Picchu, shown in this photo, which was taken from the "Hut of the Caretaker of the Funerary Rock". Quite why a rock needs a caretaker is beyond me, especially when the rock weighs about 3 tonnes. Perhaps they needed to create a post to keep some jobsworth busy:

"Oh mighty ruler Kamasawa, please tell me what is my role?"
"Ombogo, you have served me well, and I shall award you the role of high priest"
"And what of I might Kamasawa?"
"Loyal Umbuli, you shall join my palace of the Royal Guards with Isashi and Ombozok. Pray, go stand over there with them...no, not there...yes, that´s it"
"Boss, lookout! Here comes Bognot!"
"Bugger! What role can I give him?? Remember last time when I made him guardian of the Sun Temple and he let those Mexicans brigands in? In took us ages to clean up after that. Shhh, here he comes..."
"Oh mighty Kamasawa, please honour me with the knowledge of my post"
"Ah, Bognot, didn´t see you there. You can, er, you can be the .... Caretaker of the Funerary Rock. Yes, that´s it"
"Say what?"
"The Caretaker of the Funerary Rock. You know - Funerary, like funerals and stuff I guess. A most important role."
"That rock all the way over there? Miles away from everyone else?"
"Yes, that´s the one"
"Fair enough. Oh mighty Kamasawa, i shall guard the Funfairy Rock with my life"
"Good. Run along then Bognot"

Fan mail

Cool, I have fan mail from some Brazilian dude! Only trouble is, I can't track him down now. Not that this is what you do when you have fans. I suppose I should remain cool and aloof. Besides, I can't find him, or her so I guess I've got no choice. Where is the mysterious "Projetores"? What does this name mean? It must symbolise something. It sounds like the Portuguese for "bull fighting project" perhaps, or something cool like that. Ah well, I suppose I do have one bigger fan anyway:

Sorry, couldn't resist.

The Daily Rant

Ok, so perhaps I'm turning into a grumpy old man, but how come every call centre you ever call is always experiencing 'higher than normal call volumes'? How can they be 'higher than normal' if the norm is for them to be 'higher than normal'?

Can't they just be honest and say 'we're experiencing the same call volumes as usual but we'd rather keep our customers waiting for 10 minutes than employ some extra staff'???

Pill*cks

Nappy Yew Hear!

... as the card from the DNA wished me (National Dyslexic Association). I can write that 'cos I'm a bit dyslexic so it's ok. Look carefully at my carefully written prose and you'll see some spelling mistakes that evidence this incontrovertibly. Just to be sure I cause no offence I'll make a joke at my expense - what do you call a scouser in a suit? Guilty. Harharhar.

Anyway 'appy new year me hearties! It's snowed here and I'm still feeling fetsive and full of good cheer.

(By the way, for those of you that aren't familiar with the fetsive feeling, it's similar to the festive feeling but not quite as good - kind of festive but still a little pensive at the same time.)

You know, it's funny how people make all these life-changing promises for their new year resolutions, when all of us have the power to wake up and change things for the better every single day. I watched "Bruce Almighty" last night and was disproportionally moved by it. And it wasn't just at the thought that God might look like Morgan Freeman. Someone said that God is all aorund us. Someone else said that God is inside all of us (though I'm not aure I'm 100% comfortable with the idea of Morgan Freeman being inside of me). Others don't believe in God. I say that God is what you want him/her/it to be. Me, I like to think of God as the best part of human nature - the act of doing selfless deeds to make others happy and the little warm feeling you get inside after you've done them. Call it love if you want. Oh, and by the way I don't want to get into some philosophical debate about whether a truly selfless deed actually exists - I recognise the fact that the "warm feeling you get" could be construed by a pinickity philosopher as a selfish motivation for doing the deed in the first place. But let's not go there. What I'm trying to say is that, to me, religion at the very least serves a purpose of providing a moral framework that encourages people to be nice to each other, and that the spirit of mankind inside all of us is an infinite, beautiful and loving thing. And if that doesn't sound like God then nothing else does to me.

Anyway, that's my New Year's Message. Let's all try and do things every day to make lives better for those around us, and the world will be a better place.

(Oh, ok I admit it - it's an old photo from January 2007. Look, when I said it's snowed here I never specified when did I? Gah, I feel like I've morally extinguished all of my philosophical rantings above now by posting a misleading photo. By the way, the snowman looks like he's ignoring me in the photo - he was just giving me the cold shoulder)

Aal Aabout Aalesund

The next day, wandering round Aalesund, we kept seeing blokes who looked just like a young version of Gareth Hale, and we couldn't help but wonder exactly how many sons the chap we had met in the bar the night before actually had. Either that, or he was just a really fashionable guy who everyone in Aalesund tried to mimic.

Aalesund really is the most beautiful place, nestling in between icy deep fjords and towering snow-capped mountains. It was burnt down at the start of the 20th century (by accident,of course), leaving the townsfolk in the freezing weather with, well,er, only a huge fire to keep them warm. At the time, there was a huge depression in Norway's building industry and so all the builders piled into Aalesund. The art deco style was selected as the style in which to rebuild the whole town, resulting in the beautiful architecture we see there today. This story sounds really far-fetched now I think about it, but it made a lot of sense in the Aalesund museum.

What a comedian

....That was an exciting lead in, wasn't it? Blimey!

Sunday night we explored Alesund's local bars and, turning from the more well-to-do tourist traps of the high street, took a detour down a side street to the less-immediately-inviting but much more authentic looking "Darts and Billiards Bar".

"Yes" I thought, walking in to loud heavy metal music as several tough bearded locals turned to stare at us "This certainly has a certain je ne sais quoi". Darts stopped mid-air. Even though we were in Norway, I fully expected one of the Beardies to turn and say, in a thick West Country accent, "ere be strangers, not from these parts". But they grunted and went back to their beer.

It was a friendly enough place though; and the heavy metal music, it turned out, was part of a pleasant medley on the pub jukebox, and not part of "How to Intimdate Strangers Volume V" selected specicially by the pub landlord for "strangers in these ere parts".

Soon enough one local came over to talk to us. He looked a bit like one half of Hale and Pace. Gareth Hale, I think, not Norman Pace. I suppose Gareth Hale would be more than one half of Hale and Pace, strictly speaking, if you were doing it by body weight. Anyway, this chap didn't try and sell us any Clorets, so we safely assumed that he was not Gareth Hale.

Norway José

Just got to Norway and it's frikkin' expensive. Cold and expensive. Em and I jumped in a taxi and I then spent the next 20 minutes gazing in horror at the meter and hoping that I'd somehow got my maths wrong with the exchange rate. But, try as I might, working and reworking the complex maths time and again, I still couldn't get away from the fact that 470 Norweigian Kroner equalled 47 pounds sterling.

Gritting my teeth from more than just the sub-zero temperature, I handed over the cash to the driver and then staggered (well, walked really, but staggered sounds more macho somehow, like a tired cowboy struggling home after a hard day on the ranch or something) into the hotel. But Thor, cruel Norse God of Fate, as well as being God of Thunder (aside - Thor was more famous for this latter role, but shared the role of God of Fate with Loki, the Trickster. Thor found time to fit this in after dropping the role of God of Needlework, fearing it didn't fit his image, and besides, thought Thor, being God of Thunder sounds much cooler) - anyway, I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, Thor, cruel God of Fate, had another surprise in store for me - our hotel room had no curtains and overlooked the local pub, from which a live band was blaring their greatest hits at 200 decibels at 2 in the morning. "Curse you Thor!" I thought as I popped my ear plugs in and settled down for a hard night's sleep.

What could be in store for me tomorrow? .......

On the way home

On the way home tomorrow, here's my transport. Not really, obolob, that would be daft. Cows can't fly.

It's been a crazy month, and a great experience all round. I've made some friends out here, learnt a lot from Keystone, and learnt some new things about myself.

Looking forward to seeing my wife, friends and family and catching up with good old Blighty.

To all the guys at Keystone - thanks for making me feel so welcome, for all you've done. I hope to be back one day with Emma, and of course if you are ever in the UK then let us know and we'll return the hospitality!

Leaving on a jet plane

Not long to go now - today and tomorrow to get my work finished and then back to Banglalore on Friday, a quick stop off to buy a Phillips electric razor, and then back to Blighty on Saturday.

Going to miss this place; the people, the lifestyle, the scenery. I feel a list coming on:

Top Things I am Going To Miss About India In No Particular Order

1. Having curry whenever and wherever I want (within reason)

2. Rounding corners and suddenly being surprised by how much a human can carry on their head

3. Not having to shave every day

4. The commute

5. Having someone cook all my meals, do my tidying, and my washing (Emma, take note!)

6. Star Movies

7. Premiership football on live all weekend

8. Fresh food

9. Beautiful scenery

And, of course,

10. The people I have met

Top of the world

Yesterday afternoon Sam and Senthil took me out for a gander at the scenery. We drove out to a famous local viewpoint where there were stunning views in every direction (except behind, which was the car park). Ahead of us the Eastern Ghats mountain range rose up, and then beyond that the plains stretched away far to the East. Below us was a huge gorge choc-a-bloc full of elephants, tigers, crocodiles and leopards (and other things too, like trees, but they are not as exciting). Eagles soared overhead, and to the North beyond craggy peaks the river spread into a dammed reservoir (no need to swear Mike, it's only a reservoir). To the South, further down the gorge, the Sumil plateau, where cobras and pythons abound.

We did some scrambling up and down cliffs and then headed back for dinner and a glass of brandy. Very pleasant.